cathedra

was supposed to go on a date tonight. he said he had a meeting at 7, and didn't think it would last long. he just sent me a message a little while ago, appologizing that it's still going on. i told him to forget the date, (it's 10:16). i drank half a bottle of wine, watched Bridget Jones' Diary, proceeded to pop a bag of light popcorn then drizzled melted butter over it, making it unbearably salty, but ate it anyways, am finishing the last glass of red wine and watching The Royal Tenenbaums.

I spent 30 minutes straightening my hair to perfection after my intensive loofa scrubbing shower. fuck it. i'm bummed, wish I had more wine.